Post by 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 on Sept 11, 2019 19:42:18 GMT -5
Outside Suntory Hall in Tokyo, Japan, the birds chirp and the wind gently blows. Plants around the legendary concert venue sway, almost like they are waving to one another. From the left walks Corey Black, clad in camo cargo pants, a black t-shirt and black Chucks. He stands out in Japan like a sore thumb.
Corey walks up to the door and is allowed entry bu security, he walks through to the lobby and into the concert hall itself. Workers are setting up lights and the ring with the seating already established in the hall itself. The seats sit a few feet above the floor which the ring is being set up on, giving everyone a great view of the contests.
Still, Corey grabs a couple of steel chairs from the nearby storage room and walks to slide them under the ring. In walks Nikki Venus, commentator for the show.
Nikki Venus
Promoter's advantage?
Corey Black
I guess you could call it that.
Nikki Venus
Alright, whatever works. You're wanted in the locker room, there's a camera crew waiting for you to make a hype video for the match.
Corey finishes putting the chairs away and nods, heading to the locker room. Sure enough, cameras are waiting for him. He greets all the production team and takes his place in front of a giant XIII banner.
Corey Black
Culture Shock - Corey Bull and Oblivion. We've done this on your terms for weeks now. Sneak attack after sneak attack after sneak attack. Weeks on end, even attacking young upstarts like RJ Collins. And for what? To prove two of the biggest men in the company can beat up people half their size and a tenth of their experience level? Cute. Real fuckin' cool, Culture Shock.
What happens when the bullies get bullied?
I guess we'll find out on MY terms.
Here's a brief history of the destruction I have caused at this event - my event. I dropped a guy off a dock, 15 feet onto two tables below to win the TV Title. I won the World Title in a Nightmare Chamber by once again dropping a guy a dozen feet onto cold steel. I lost a retirement match and used it to show up unannounced to beat up Torture. I led a team into War Games and reigned supreme. I drove a machete into the skull of Oblivion. I pinned one of the greatest to ever do it, Steve Orbit, in what could possibly be the best match I have ever had. I cut off Jay Price's finger. I beat one of my best friends Jeff Purse with a Burning Hammer onto the wood of the ring, pulled up mat. I beat Gravedigger in a Tijuana Street Fight - the next night I took Joey Flash to the limit in a TLC Match. Have either of you done back to back nights in main events against two of the best in the history of pro wrestling? I didn't think so. That's a brief history of the carnage I have laid down at XIII. A synopsis of your fate.
By now you both know exactly what you're getting into. Oblivion, you and I have battled on these hallowed grounds of XIII before. Bull, I took you on at Brotherhood's Cult Following and more recently took your Hardcore Title. The three of us, we have had our wars throughout the land. Frank is absolutely no stranger to either one of you, and he's a veteran of this environment as well. When the Man Made Gods step into Suntory Hall, I want you both to remember what you did to get yourselves here. All the people you wronged to get yourself across the ring from the most dominate force in Action Wrestling.
Stings a bit, doesn't it? I'm sure somewhere in those thick skulls you think you're the scary dudes. Halloween is right around the corner, ain't nobody attending their office party as Culture Shock. They're picking up those wigs and beards, they're gonna go as Corey Black. And they'll probably get laid in the process.
Anybody else on this roster would tremble in fear if they were heading into a tag team deathmatch with Oblivion and Corey Bull. It's near career suicide. Hell it's near actual suicide. I've seen the Monster Oblivion do some of the most sadistic things known to mankind. The Monster Corey Bull, the sheer power and pain tolerance you possess reach freak levels. Two big, bad, destructive men in a place that actively encourages the likes of barbed wire, light tubes, thumb tacks and explosions. God, it's unfathomable.
If everyone would fear that scenario, they'd straight up leave the wrestling business if they were to tangle with Frank and I in this match. Face it, I brought this style to this group. I'm the one that opened the door to ultraviolence nearly two decades ago. This used to be all I knew. Too small to contend with the heavyweights, too young to battle veterans, just dead inside enough to be able to be thrown off a balcony and live to fight again. Can YOU survive US? Will you even be in Japan? That is the question here.
For every person you boys have attacked, I'm going to take a pint of your blood. Flat out. I'm no fucking saint by any means, but I'm not going to sneak up behind someone and hit them with a chair. That's amateur hour. I don't have time to dilly around with such petty things. You'd think the likes of Oblivion would be the same way, his track record speaks for itself. He should be locked up, frankly. Multiple personality disorder, assault, unconfirmed but probably rape, murder, hell who knows what else this thing is capable of? Who better would know what Oblivion isn't capable of? I've watched this monster for what seems like a decade now. He's been a driving force for that long.
Oblivion looks under his bed for the King of All Wrestlers.
As destroyed as his brain is, as distorted his view of reality may be, Oblivion knows without doubt that I have his number. Always have, always will. Am I afraid of what he might do to me? Every single time. But I put that aside and go out there to get the job done. And this time, I'm going to go out there and put on a statement match. I'm going to show Oblivion that he can't push anybody around anymore. I don't care who is at his side, nobody controls The Monster, but I can put him down. FPV can put him down. The Man Made Gods will destroy the towering beast.
And Corey Bull, probably the brain behind the whole operation. How do you walk into XIII with your head held so high? How does this man that is on the same level as Oblivion come into the turf of the man that defeated him for the Hardcore Championship and his partner, the guy that just beat him? The mythos of Corey Bull echoes throughout history but that echo is weakened more and more every time you step into the ring with the Man Made Gods. At XIII, we silence it. Culture Shock will dissolve at our feet and the great bloodbath will replace the echoes of The Hatebringer. Instead of tales of malice and danger, the Hatebringer will be the afterthought in the story of the massacre in Tokyo, Japan. A massacre where two men wielding not slingshots, but blades toppled the giants who were terrorizing their village. A cruel fate but one you signed by spilling the blood of the innocent across the globe.
It's funny how this all works out. The last Clash, Oblivion and Claire Hawkins both attacked innocent victims - females, no less. The First Ladies didn't deserve the treatment they got from Culture Shock. Then you all show up and gloat about how great you are. Superior beings, Slayer said. After getting his ass crushed by a guy that has ingested more drugs than Ozzy Osbourne and speaks half as good as Ozzy does. Alas, as Culture Shock stood there and unconvincingly tried to make a statement, young RJ Collins was preparing for a match. A match which was interrupted by - you guessed it! - our least favorite band of misfits and outcasts. That was enough for Frank and I. After the beatdown laid upon us, then the First Ladies we couldn't allow yet another.
Don't you two see, yet? You turned me, the guy that tormented a man for months, into the guy that saved the fat kid from a beating. I've gone from villain to hero, and I don't even care. All I want to do is paint Tokyo with what is in your veins. That which brings life, spilled out for all to see. Your bodies mere husks of skin and bone. That's exactly what I'm going to do, Hatebringer and Monster.
In front of the world, God, and Taylor Swift herself, the Man Made Gods are going to impose our fucking will upon you behemoths and once again cast you aside as society has.You may come to Japan thinking this is your time to finally cement Culture Shock as the big bads of Action Wrestling. Hell, you might not even show up because really, I'm not paying you. You might be afraid to fight me again, and that's fine. I'll find you. Whatever happens, Frank and I are once again going to stand tall over you. You can knock us down with steel chairs week in and week out. We keep getting up. And we keep standing face to face with you.
It ends. All of it.
You two are tasked with defeating two guys that went through six deathmatches in seven days. Both Frank and I won that deathmatch tournament, so brutal it has only been held twice. We bonded over the bloodshed. We forged our alliance through barbed wire and agony. We are the most dangerous men on this Action Wrestling roster. You are coming into the most unforgiving match on the most brutal show ever put together. You are the underdogs in this match. Everyone is looking at you to be the men that surprise us. We are more than your better. The Man Made Gods are just that - we are Gods through our trials and tribulations as human beings.
Culture Shock - we bid thee farewell. You will not be missed. You are a stain on this company and we're going to do everyone a favor in removing you from not only Action Wrestling, but existence as a whole. This isn't going to be some run of the mill match people have seen at this event before, no. I'm not looking to win titles or settle differences. I'm looking to exterminate a couple of men that never should have crossed us in the first place.
They say in taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.
I say I can pass it over - but not before they are six feet in the ground.
With that, Corey walks away from the banner and the camera turns off. Production goes to shake Corey's hand but he isn't having any of it, he just heads out the door and back toward the concert hall. He takes the stairs up and emerges out into the hall at the very last row. It's beautiful in here, golden walls and accents are truly classy. The ring is nearly done, as is the lighting rig. Nate Nytro comes in, greeting Nikki Venus down by the ring. Corey doesn't make it known he's up there watching. Instead, he takes a seat and continues looking out into the Suntory Hall, taking it all in before he fights for his life and the life of everyone in Action Wrestling.
Corey walks up to the door and is allowed entry bu security, he walks through to the lobby and into the concert hall itself. Workers are setting up lights and the ring with the seating already established in the hall itself. The seats sit a few feet above the floor which the ring is being set up on, giving everyone a great view of the contests.
Still, Corey grabs a couple of steel chairs from the nearby storage room and walks to slide them under the ring. In walks Nikki Venus, commentator for the show.
Nikki Venus
Promoter's advantage?
Corey Black
I guess you could call it that.
Nikki Venus
Alright, whatever works. You're wanted in the locker room, there's a camera crew waiting for you to make a hype video for the match.
Corey finishes putting the chairs away and nods, heading to the locker room. Sure enough, cameras are waiting for him. He greets all the production team and takes his place in front of a giant XIII banner.
Corey Black
Culture Shock - Corey Bull and Oblivion. We've done this on your terms for weeks now. Sneak attack after sneak attack after sneak attack. Weeks on end, even attacking young upstarts like RJ Collins. And for what? To prove two of the biggest men in the company can beat up people half their size and a tenth of their experience level? Cute. Real fuckin' cool, Culture Shock.
What happens when the bullies get bullied?
I guess we'll find out on MY terms.
Here's a brief history of the destruction I have caused at this event - my event. I dropped a guy off a dock, 15 feet onto two tables below to win the TV Title. I won the World Title in a Nightmare Chamber by once again dropping a guy a dozen feet onto cold steel. I lost a retirement match and used it to show up unannounced to beat up Torture. I led a team into War Games and reigned supreme. I drove a machete into the skull of Oblivion. I pinned one of the greatest to ever do it, Steve Orbit, in what could possibly be the best match I have ever had. I cut off Jay Price's finger. I beat one of my best friends Jeff Purse with a Burning Hammer onto the wood of the ring, pulled up mat. I beat Gravedigger in a Tijuana Street Fight - the next night I took Joey Flash to the limit in a TLC Match. Have either of you done back to back nights in main events against two of the best in the history of pro wrestling? I didn't think so. That's a brief history of the carnage I have laid down at XIII. A synopsis of your fate.
By now you both know exactly what you're getting into. Oblivion, you and I have battled on these hallowed grounds of XIII before. Bull, I took you on at Brotherhood's Cult Following and more recently took your Hardcore Title. The three of us, we have had our wars throughout the land. Frank is absolutely no stranger to either one of you, and he's a veteran of this environment as well. When the Man Made Gods step into Suntory Hall, I want you both to remember what you did to get yourselves here. All the people you wronged to get yourself across the ring from the most dominate force in Action Wrestling.
Stings a bit, doesn't it? I'm sure somewhere in those thick skulls you think you're the scary dudes. Halloween is right around the corner, ain't nobody attending their office party as Culture Shock. They're picking up those wigs and beards, they're gonna go as Corey Black. And they'll probably get laid in the process.
Anybody else on this roster would tremble in fear if they were heading into a tag team deathmatch with Oblivion and Corey Bull. It's near career suicide. Hell it's near actual suicide. I've seen the Monster Oblivion do some of the most sadistic things known to mankind. The Monster Corey Bull, the sheer power and pain tolerance you possess reach freak levels. Two big, bad, destructive men in a place that actively encourages the likes of barbed wire, light tubes, thumb tacks and explosions. God, it's unfathomable.
If everyone would fear that scenario, they'd straight up leave the wrestling business if they were to tangle with Frank and I in this match. Face it, I brought this style to this group. I'm the one that opened the door to ultraviolence nearly two decades ago. This used to be all I knew. Too small to contend with the heavyweights, too young to battle veterans, just dead inside enough to be able to be thrown off a balcony and live to fight again. Can YOU survive US? Will you even be in Japan? That is the question here.
For every person you boys have attacked, I'm going to take a pint of your blood. Flat out. I'm no fucking saint by any means, but I'm not going to sneak up behind someone and hit them with a chair. That's amateur hour. I don't have time to dilly around with such petty things. You'd think the likes of Oblivion would be the same way, his track record speaks for itself. He should be locked up, frankly. Multiple personality disorder, assault, unconfirmed but probably rape, murder, hell who knows what else this thing is capable of? Who better would know what Oblivion isn't capable of? I've watched this monster for what seems like a decade now. He's been a driving force for that long.
Oblivion looks under his bed for the King of All Wrestlers.
As destroyed as his brain is, as distorted his view of reality may be, Oblivion knows without doubt that I have his number. Always have, always will. Am I afraid of what he might do to me? Every single time. But I put that aside and go out there to get the job done. And this time, I'm going to go out there and put on a statement match. I'm going to show Oblivion that he can't push anybody around anymore. I don't care who is at his side, nobody controls The Monster, but I can put him down. FPV can put him down. The Man Made Gods will destroy the towering beast.
And Corey Bull, probably the brain behind the whole operation. How do you walk into XIII with your head held so high? How does this man that is on the same level as Oblivion come into the turf of the man that defeated him for the Hardcore Championship and his partner, the guy that just beat him? The mythos of Corey Bull echoes throughout history but that echo is weakened more and more every time you step into the ring with the Man Made Gods. At XIII, we silence it. Culture Shock will dissolve at our feet and the great bloodbath will replace the echoes of The Hatebringer. Instead of tales of malice and danger, the Hatebringer will be the afterthought in the story of the massacre in Tokyo, Japan. A massacre where two men wielding not slingshots, but blades toppled the giants who were terrorizing their village. A cruel fate but one you signed by spilling the blood of the innocent across the globe.
It's funny how this all works out. The last Clash, Oblivion and Claire Hawkins both attacked innocent victims - females, no less. The First Ladies didn't deserve the treatment they got from Culture Shock. Then you all show up and gloat about how great you are. Superior beings, Slayer said. After getting his ass crushed by a guy that has ingested more drugs than Ozzy Osbourne and speaks half as good as Ozzy does. Alas, as Culture Shock stood there and unconvincingly tried to make a statement, young RJ Collins was preparing for a match. A match which was interrupted by - you guessed it! - our least favorite band of misfits and outcasts. That was enough for Frank and I. After the beatdown laid upon us, then the First Ladies we couldn't allow yet another.
Don't you two see, yet? You turned me, the guy that tormented a man for months, into the guy that saved the fat kid from a beating. I've gone from villain to hero, and I don't even care. All I want to do is paint Tokyo with what is in your veins. That which brings life, spilled out for all to see. Your bodies mere husks of skin and bone. That's exactly what I'm going to do, Hatebringer and Monster.
In front of the world, God, and Taylor Swift herself, the Man Made Gods are going to impose our fucking will upon you behemoths and once again cast you aside as society has.You may come to Japan thinking this is your time to finally cement Culture Shock as the big bads of Action Wrestling. Hell, you might not even show up because really, I'm not paying you. You might be afraid to fight me again, and that's fine. I'll find you. Whatever happens, Frank and I are once again going to stand tall over you. You can knock us down with steel chairs week in and week out. We keep getting up. And we keep standing face to face with you.
It ends. All of it.
You two are tasked with defeating two guys that went through six deathmatches in seven days. Both Frank and I won that deathmatch tournament, so brutal it has only been held twice. We bonded over the bloodshed. We forged our alliance through barbed wire and agony. We are the most dangerous men on this Action Wrestling roster. You are coming into the most unforgiving match on the most brutal show ever put together. You are the underdogs in this match. Everyone is looking at you to be the men that surprise us. We are more than your better. The Man Made Gods are just that - we are Gods through our trials and tribulations as human beings.
Culture Shock - we bid thee farewell. You will not be missed. You are a stain on this company and we're going to do everyone a favor in removing you from not only Action Wrestling, but existence as a whole. This isn't going to be some run of the mill match people have seen at this event before, no. I'm not looking to win titles or settle differences. I'm looking to exterminate a couple of men that never should have crossed us in the first place.
They say in taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.
I say I can pass it over - but not before they are six feet in the ground.
With that, Corey walks away from the banner and the camera turns off. Production goes to shake Corey's hand but he isn't having any of it, he just heads out the door and back toward the concert hall. He takes the stairs up and emerges out into the hall at the very last row. It's beautiful in here, golden walls and accents are truly classy. The ring is nearly done, as is the lighting rig. Nate Nytro comes in, greeting Nikki Venus down by the ring. Corey doesn't make it known he's up there watching. Instead, he takes a seat and continues looking out into the Suntory Hall, taking it all in before he fights for his life and the life of everyone in Action Wrestling.